We're not gods, Julia. We're helpers. That's all. People have called us terrible things in the past. But that was only because they didn't understand us. That understanding is for the future, a time not long from now. You may… — Christopher Pike Copy Share Image
“Most people would probably call me a ghost. I am, after all, dead. But I don't think of myself that way. It wasn't so… — Christopher Pike Copy Share
In that moment, there was no place for doubt. I was sitting with the supreme being. I had always sat beside her. She was… — Christopher Pike Copy Share
Relationships are mysterious. We doubt the positive qualities in others,seldom the negative. You will say to your partner: do you really love me? Are… — Christopher Pike Copy Share
“Life is like that short visit on the road. Prayer is for those who wish to talk to God. Meditation is for those who… — Christopher Pike Copy Share
“Victim: I don't want to die! Sita: Then you should never have been born” — Christopher Pike Copy Share
Enjoy your life. No curse hangs over you, nor did it ever. No devil chases after your soul. Sing and dance and be merry. — Christopher Pike Copy Share
“we were here to become like God. To live like his blessed son. We just needed a few pints of Christ's blood to do… — Christopher Pike Copy Share
What you wish for, what you most hope for - that is your greatest illusion. — Christopher Pike Copy Share
Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies. — Christopher Pike Copy Share
He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.' I lean over. My hair smothers him. 'Then you should never have been born,' I say. — Christopher Pike Copy Share
“A person is limited by his conception of himself, nothing more. If you really knew who you were, you could stop the sun from… — Christopher Pike Copy Share
Nothing is as it seems. Black can appear white when the light is blinding but white loses all luster at the faintest sign of… — Christopher Pike Copy Share
I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and… — Christopher Pike Copy Share
